Quite possibly Gen Fricker is my fellow Sydneysider, dirty-mouth, insulin resistant, injuring yourself lifting things, dead relationship breakup kindred spirit. Gen sucks you in with her storytelling, all sweet and innocent, next thing you know, it’s a Chinese finger-trap of cock. Which is awesome. And distracts you from the horror stories she is telling you about her recent life. But she does most of it in song so it cushions the blow. Though you still think, I’m not sure I should be laughing at this. But fuck it, I did anyway.
Though hampered by a dodgy injury, Gen still managed to seduce the audience with her dulcet tones and quirky songs. With two working hands this girl will be unstoppable.